Be happy again.
Be cheerful.
Please don’t cry,
Always say thy.
Be happy again,
Smile ever and ever,
Not like a mad man,
But like a small child,
Playing in his mother’s lap.
Adios!
Be happy again.
Be cheerful.
Please don’t cry,
Always say thy.
Be happy again,
Smile ever and ever,
Not like a mad man,
But like a small child,
Playing in his mother’s lap.
Adios!

A rose and it’s petals,
Are as much as sync,
As a mother and her small child.
Neither would they part,
Nor would be different.
It’s like watching the sun,
Coming upon the horizon.
The sun never parts from the sky.
The only factor which remains,
Is love.
Pure hearted love.
Adios!
India beat Afghanistan in yesterday’s match. India won by 11 runs.
Well done Team India.
Adios!
The only even prime number is 2.
The beautiful primrose,
Is what we have bought.
Ma and me, have arranged it in our drawing room,
And they look resplendent.
These flowers are called “Shiuli” in Bengali,
My maternal grandmother liked them a lot.
She used to collect them from her garden everyday,
And used to arrange it in such a way,
Which looked billion times beautiful than what is known as art these turbulent and economic days.
The beautiful primrose looks very happy to be in our house.,
And we have seen it after many days.
The happiness is unlimited and unboundful for us,
As it our favourite flower,
Ask us any day.
Adios!